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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2012 12:23 am
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It's such a peaceful night...
For MURDER
Welcome to the Nightingale Opera House! It is the city's most celebrated theatre home to thousands of wonderful plays, concerts, and operas! Many students at Black Rose find that their lives in art start through the doors of the Opera House, and of course one student had the same thoughts in her head, but when she was cruelly denied her fate in acting, she resorted to murder.
Yes it was a dark day five years ago on July 17, known as the Nightingale Opera House Massacre, where the student - whose name is censored for legal purposes - murdered everyone in the play she was denied to be part of. The crew, the director, the actors, everyone. And some say that if one stays overnight, they can still hear the spirits of those people getting ready for the play that will never be shown.
But if you're lucky....
You just might catch a glimpse of the dear heartbroken student, and maybe her infamous butcher knife, too.
But don't let that frighten you! The Opera House is still well lived with plenty of shows as there are customers!
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2012 12:43 am
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Myka laughed as she and her white-haired companion strode into the lobby. "But did you say yes?" "Oh God no. I'm too happy to get married," she said, flicking her hair over her shoulder. "But I'm happy, and I'm getting married," Myka protested. "Exactly!" she exclaimed as they both laughed. Suddenly she spied Damian. "Oh look. Isn't that one yummy? Dibs!" The Brit laughed. "That's Damian, my fiancé!" She pulled the Rider over, grinning. "Darling, this is Trayl. Trayl, this is Damian." "Hello, gorgeous," she breathed, winking. Myka threw her arms around Damian's neck, kissing him deeply. "I missed you, baby."
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2012 12:58 am
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2012 1:12 am
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2012 1:16 am
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2012 1:24 am
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2012 1:36 am
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2012 1:51 am
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Myka said nothing, merely standing and moving to lean her elbows on the railing of their high-up box. She sighed, watching as the orchestra tuned their instruments and the ushers helped relight blown-out candles. Smoothing astray wrinkle in her dress, the alchemist bowed her head "What's wrong, Myk?" asked Trayl after observing her friend for about ten minutes. "Nothing, it's just...I mean, I understand that Lena is extremely important to him and that blood is thicker than water, but sometimes I wonder if he's still in love with her. I don't know, maybe I'm just going crazy." "Hey, come on," she said, smiling gently. "Cheer up. He's so in love with you, it's sick, so stop doubting. Besides, you know what the Monty Python boys always say." "Always look on the bright side?" she guessed, moving back to her seat as the lights began to dim, showing that it was ten minutes until intermission was over. "Heavens no!" exclaimed Trayl. "No one expects the Spanish Inquisition." Laugjing loudly, Myka curled up in Damian's chair, smiling.
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2012 8:08 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2012 9:44 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2012 10:21 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2012 10:25 pm
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